Chapter 265

A person should rightly have only one Blood Bar, but Feng Mu was different — he had five.

The longest one was himself; thanks to the continuous accumulation of attributes across the board, his Blood Bar's length had already multiplied several times over from the start.

【1147/1147】

And beneath that long Blood Bar, four smaller Blood Bars of varying lengths lay hidden.

【10/10】

【10/10】

【20/20】

【50/50】

Strangely, when he looked at himself, these Blood Bars would not display names, yet one wonders whether some reason lies hidden behind this.

Or perhaps, the Blood Bars are merely engaging in collective self-deception.

But this is clearly a futile effort; Feng Mu could still easily distinguish which "bastard offspring" each of the four Blood Bars belonged to.

"The two with 10 drops of blood should belong to 【Blood Frenzy】 and 【Grand Feast】, because their utilization rate is the lowest, and their development is relatively malnourished."

Feng Mu knew this in his heart clear as a mirror:

"The one with 20 drops of blood should be the lv2 【Blood Bar Ghost Eye】, and the one with 50 drops can only be the Second Stage 【Iron Eater】, after all 【Iron Eater】 is the entry I've invested the most time and effort in, and fed the most; growing a bit fat is only natural."

Feng Mu gazed at the five Blood Bars above his head, no longer with the horror of his first sight; his heart was now calm and undisturbed, adopting a "debts too many to worry about, lice too many to itch" composed mindset.

Regardless of whether these Blood Bars will eventually gestate and be born from his body, that is a matter for the future; for now, he would feed and nurture them however they needed to be fed and nurtured.

Feng Mu was only 18 years old, but he was already a great father; hmm, he had just adopted a son.

In a certain sense, Feng Mu had almost single-handedly made an extraordinary contribution to the population growth of the Nine Districts, and this likely still hadn't touched his limits — he had even greater potential waiting to be unearthed in the field of reproduction.

To tell the truth,

Sometimes Feng Mu would lie in bed at night unable to sleep, tossing and turning, and would unconsciously stroke his abdomen; deep in his heart, there was actually a kind of desire — he wished the hands of time would turn faster.

He was genuinely curious inside whether he was truly gestating a "baby," and what ghostly form the "baby" would take when born.

Even if the "baby's" birth would require a "C-section," Feng Mu had already made preliminary psychological preparations and wasn't entirely resistant.

There was no helping it; Feng Mu could not care about the truth of this world and not investigate it, but he simply could not help being curious about the secrets hidden inside his own body.

He was curious to death, just like a pubescent boy's quest for the mysteries of the human body and the secrets of life's propagation — a biological instinct that could not be suppressed, and he was willing to pay any price to put it into practice.

Feng Mu also understood that this kind of thinking of his wasn't very healthy, somewhat pathological even.

But on the road of growth, no one came to guide him.

He had enthusiastically guided others time and again, silently serving as a guiding light in their darkness, but when it came to his own turn, where was his guiding light?

There was none!

He could only rely on himself, becoming a lonely pioneer, forging a path forward through the darkness, and then once more becoming the... light that later followers would pursue and pilgrimage toward!

【You performed a soul-cleansing self-analysis; you have become even more steadfast in your path.】

【You are not an ordinary evil villain; you are an evil villain who engages in dialectical thinking.】

【You have found the correct theoretical framework for your actions — evil taken to the extreme is light!】

【32】 【... Congratulations, your thought has undergone a tremendous sublimation; you have a bit of the look of a Master of Fate; perhaps you can begin to prepare, to gather Fate's former subordinates...】

【... Congratulations, your thoughts have undergone a great sublimation; you look a bit like a master of Fate. Perhaps you can begin to Prepare and gather Fate's old subordinates...】

【Fate awaits its master's return to his throne.】

【Begin preparations!】

【The elevation of thought is far more terrifying than any action; your Evil Index has gained a tremendous increase ↑↑↑↑】

【Game Inheritance Degree has gained a tremendous increase ↑↑↑↑】

【Your Game Inheritance Degree has risen to 12%!】

【You obtained Special Skill Point ×1, Normal Skill Point ×1, and General Skill Proficiency ×10000.】

【You obtained Attribute Points ×2, General Skill Proficiency ×10000.】

Feng Mu's pupils contracted slightly; the first reaction in his mind was that happiness had come a bit too suddenly, the second was that he was one step closer to the 15% Advanced Treasure Chest.

He didn't necessarily have to become Prison Warden; Prison Warden Qian's luck seemed pretty good.

"Thought is more evil than action?!!"

Feng Mu stared at the four consecutive "↑" on the Prompt Box; the magatama in his pupils rotated even faster.

He fell into thought:

"Elevation of thought looks easy but is actually difficult; from the system's prompts, it seems as soon as my thought sublimated, rewards followed."

"It feels quite easy, much simpler than stirring up trouble."

"In reality, it is precisely because I stirred up so many things, each one subtly changing my thought, that my thought achieved sublimation today."

"Quantitative change in action triggered qualitative change in thought."

"That is to say, the sublimation of thought is a summative elevation of all my previous actions, not something truly conceived in a flash of inspiration out of thin air."

In Feng Mu's pupils, those magatama-like patterns gradually ceased rotating, sinking quietly into the depths of his eyes.

His expression returned to calm, and deep in his heart he reached a conclusion:

"Thought lacking the support of action is but a castle-in-the-air fantasy, devoid of practical significance; while action without the guidance of thought is like a bullet without gunpowder, having lost its due power."

"Only when thought and action complement each other, and theory combines with practice, can one truly..."

Feng Mu muttered to himself, his voice growing lower and lower, the final note gradually merging into the tranquil darkness.

While pondering, Feng Mu slowly walked into the dark alley diagonally across the street; he was going to test and verify the upgraded 【Blood Bar Ghost Eye】.

Compared to his hesitation and indecision when first activating the system entries, the current Feng Mu was decisively terrifying; unknowingly, life had become increasingly precious in his eyes, and increasingly cheap.

Without needing to search too deliberately, Feng Mu soon ran into a suitable target in the dark alley.

In the alley, a drunk, burly man was punching and kicking a scantily clad woman; the woman let out two miserable screams at first, then quickly fell silent.

Feng Mu stood quietly in the gloomy shadows, watching unmoved until the woman made no more sound, and the man hoisted her corpse and stuffed it into the trash can nearby.

Until this moment, Feng Mu walked out of the darkness unhurriedly, silently appearing behind the man, stepping on the shadow beneath his feet.

"Damn, I drank too much, my eyes are blurry."

The drunken ruffian saw an overlapping phantom added to the shadow beneath his feet; he rubbed his eyes hard, then widened his bloodshot eyes, and abruptly twisted his neck to turn around.

An unfamiliar face came into view, a pair of bewitching and eerie eyes staring straight at his… chest.

"Who… who are you?" The drunkard was terrified, and at the same time swung his blood-stained fist fiercely.

The person behind him did not answer his question; all that answered him was a familiar "puchi" sound—the sound of flesh being pierced and torn by something sharp.

At the same time, in a dark corner outside the alley, another figure sneaking in cautiously was secretly peeking at this scene.

In his right pupil, a dim blue light flickered…

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